Dear Spider,

What a hell of a web. Haven’t you got enough preys yet? I’m tired of being one. Smother me sooner if you please? I’m tired of struggling. Most of your preys, if you don’t let them go, they’ll die eventually. You have got more than enough of them, why don’t you just keep your favourites and those you’re really interested in? Those for merely decorative purposes, poor. Don’t you know greed is a kind of sin? Murderer. Even if you don’t kill your preys they will get suicidal anyway. Don’t send the innocent over the edge, can you? Free us. I’m tired of feeling pathetic about your worthless soul. Tired of my growing sympathy for your flimsy facade. Fragile and fake. Both. Don’t you sometimes find your intricate web hard to get rid of too? Don’t you catch yourself in it too? Ever felt confused and lost? Certainly.
Kill me or free me.

Love,
Eidas